“So nice to meet you,” she said, in a flat, strongly-accented voice. “Uh…likewise,” he managed, as Mandy appeared in the front hallway, extremely startled to see her father whom she’d thought was still on his so-called honeymoon. “Daddy!” Mandy exclaimed with a petulant pout. “Why didn’t you let me know you were back?” “Thought I’d surprise you, Princess,” Hamilton said, smoothing back his head of thick silvery hair. “Wanted you to meet Pola in person. Isn’t she a little doll?” Only Hamilton would have the nerve to call a woman a doll. Mandy’s head swiveled to take in her father’s latest wife. The girl was exactly as she’d expected, another money-grubbing piece of trash. Why couldn’t he just sleep with them? Why did he have to marry them? Mandy kept her feelings to herself, but inside she was seething. What was wrong with her father? Did he really believe that people admired his taste in women when anyone with half a brain could see they were just after him for his money?
